Chapter 69 Ma Hongjun's Tragic Death! Yan Qing's Terrifying Strength!
The two exchanged a glance and both saw the deep apprehension in each other's eyes.
This Luofu Immortal Ship is like a giant beast lurking in the abyss. Now, it has only revealed a few fangs, yet it has already made the entire continent tremble.
Let's not talk about that now.
Ning Fengzhi forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and turned to look at the camp behind him.
"Some things, you just have to face them eventually."
"Let's go, Dean Flender and the others are still waiting."
After saying that, Ning Fengzhi lifted the heavy curtain and walked into the Shrek Academy's camp.
Inside the tent, the atmosphere was initially quite lively.
Because of Tang San's inclusion on the list, the Shrek Academy students were in good spirits. Although they were somewhat worried about the upcoming rankings, they were generally full of hope.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin enter, Flender immediately came forward, adjusted his crystal glasses, and smiled:
"Sect Master Ning, Senior Sword Douluo Chen Xin, what brings you here?"
"Is there any new intelligence?"
Zhao Wuji and Liu Erlong also gathered around, their faces filled with anticipation.
However, they soon realized something was wrong.
Ning Fengzhi's face was very pale; the heaviness in his expression was something he couldn't fake.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin turned his back, seemingly unable to bear looking into these people's eyes.
Flander's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face froze.
"Sect Master Ning... what happened?"
Ning Fengzhi looked around, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Wu, Oscar, and the others, before finally sighing.
"Dean Flender, you need to be mentally prepared."
"The scouts just discovered a corpse on a barren beach fifty miles outside Jialing Pass."
The tent fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
An ominous premonition hung over everyone's hearts.
"Although the body was somewhat mangled, judging from the clothing and the residual aura of the martial soul..."
Ning Fengzhi paused, his voice low:
"It's Ma Hongjun."
boom!
These words struck the Shrek Academy members like a bolt from the blue.
Flender swayed, almost losing his balance, and grabbed the corner of the table next to him.
"Who did you say...?"
"Fatty?"
Oscar let out a strange cry, his eyes instantly turning red, and rushed forward to grab Ning Fengzhi's shoulder.
"Uncle Ning, you're joking, right?"
"Although Fatty is greedy and playful, he's incredibly lucky! How could he possibly..."
Ning Fengzhi let Oscar hold him, his eyes full of sympathy.
"My condolences."
"We have already confirmed it."
"Ma Hongjun... has indeed been murdered."
Dai Mubai slammed his fist on the table, and the hard mahogany table shattered into pieces instantly.
"Who did this?!"
"Is it those scum from Spirit Hall?!"
The Evil-Eyed White Tiger's eyes were bloodshot, and his soul power was surging violently. He wished he could rush out and kill people right now.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
"That's the strangest part."
"There were no signs of a fight at the scene, nor were there any remnants of Spirit Hall's unique spirit power."
"We can't even find out how he died."
"It looks as if his life force was instantly extinguished by some extremely skillful means."
Flender slumped into his chair, took off his glasses, and wiped his eyes.
They don't even know who the murderer is.
Even his enemies couldn't be found.
This feeling of powerlessness is more tormenting than grief itself.
...
Jialing Pass, the secret realm of Rakshasa.
A purplish-black mist swirls around this forbidden area, where Bibi Dong is undergoing her final cultivation breakthrough.
However, at this moment, the Pope of Spirit Hall, the successor of the Rakshasa God, was completely unable to concentrate on her cultivation.
She stared intently at the image in the void before her, a figure of Yanqing riding a flying sword, looking down proudly at the sky.
"The Thousand Star Sword Box..."
Bibi Dong's fingers, painted with dark purple nail polish, gently tapped the armrest of the throne.
"The quality of this martial soul is actually even higher than my Soul Devouring Spider Emperor."
"Even Qian Daoliu's angelic martial soul would pale in comparison to this sword box."
As the owner of twin martial souls, Bibi Dong was arrogant and considered herself to have exceptional talent.
But Yanqing's appearance was a slap in the face for her.
What made her feel even more suffocated was that line of text.
Luofu Immortal Ship.
It's that name again.
From Huo Huo before to Yanqing now.
Everyone from this force possesses the power to overturn the continent's understanding of the world.
"Besides, he's just an apprentice."
Bibi Dong stood up, her purple Rakshasa divine armor shimmering with an eerie light.
For the first time, a feeling called "fear" appeared in her eyes.
"If even an apprentice can rank fourth, he has the combat power to defeat a god-level expert."
"That guy named Jing Yuan..."
"What exactly is his martial soul?"
"Could it be the legendary divine artifact?"
Bibi Dong paced back and forth in the empty hall, her unease growing wildly like weeds.
She originally thought that as long as she became a god, she could sweep away everything and unify the continent.
But now, an unknown, enormous shadow is looming over her.
...
The top of Jialing Pass.
When the smoke cleared, all that remained was devastation.
Qian Renxue knelt on the ground, her golden angelic armor covered with fine cracks.
That was from the sword energy of the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" attack.
She was panting heavily, her golden hair plastered messily to her cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled.
But the emotional trauma was even more unbearable for her than the physical pain.
She looked up at the words "Fourth Place" on the sky, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Fourth..."
"Only fourth?"
Qian Renxue murmured to herself, her voice trembling slightly.
She is the successor of the Angel God, and now she has even mastered a portion of divine power.
Although she didn't use her full strength in that battle, it was by no means a trivial matter.
But the boy named Yanqing not only blocked her, but also knocked her back.
How could a powerful figure who defeated a god not even make it into the top three?
"Young Master, are you alright?"
Hu Liena rushed over and helped Qian Renxue up. Looking at her pale face, she was also horrified.
She looked up at the list and couldn't help but exclaim:
"How is this possible?"
"That Yanqing is so strong, how come he's only ranked fourth?"
"What kind of monsters must the top three be?"
Hu Liena couldn't imagine it.
In her mind, Qian Renxue was already at the pinnacle of talent.
But now, the ceiling has been broken, and it's been utterly crushed.
Qian Renxue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and barely managed to stand up.
Her gaze swept across the battlefield and landed on the pink-haired figure not far away.
Fu Xuan.
The woman who appeared with Yanqing was standing there quietly, surrounded by mysterious array runes, her expression indifferent, as if the battle just now had nothing to do with her.
"You..."
Qian Renxue pushed away Hu Liena's support, took two steps forward, and looked directly at Fu Xuan.
"What exactly do you people from Luofu Immortal Ship want?"
"Since you possess such power, why did you come to Jialing Pass?"
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